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неділя, 12 березня 2017 р.

Julie Kim Shavin - Three poems and one image

Julie Shavin adopted the Rocky Mountains as home in 1993 (and they are still looking for their real mom). She is a classically-trained pianist who began writing music at age 10. Her degrees are in Philosophy and English. Many of her artworks are enhancements of her photographs, drawings and paintings. She has four books of poetry and is working on the next, tentatively entitled "Closet Optimist's Creed." The Pikes Peak Arts Council has conferred upon her its annual Performance Poet and Page Poet awards two years consecutively. In 2016 she won the Mark Fischer prize, out of Telluride, Colorado, and she publishes often in literary magazines. She currently serves as president of Poetry West in Colorado Springs and describes herself as a nihilist/absurdist/synesthete of the best and worst and whatsitmatteranyway sorts. She is way weirder than her stuff and hopes for soonish congruence.

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1. Euphemism for a Poet: Experiment in O Flat

a tutorial

easy he says _________ ditch excess for instance

_______________grotto I add green ____________

_______like
a body rubato_______ ponytail
________es

gold upon
a shoulder _________________

____his
smoke__________his smoke like

my grandmother s curls_________died when

_________________in her curls it seemed

___________d minor I sighed

white space he says

_________his
cheek a long dimple, and _________

moon in dark adders of tree____________let the reader

the reader will bring insists because__________________

_____________and
too the blood of memory
amidst

a garrulous geology of desire ___________those halcyon days

_________________as it goes since
______________

oh my ___ your
mussssiccccc he exclaimed

white

waning in
limbs of the near tree _______________silk
texture of despair

__________elephants
I say babies_____________yes

___torture
__________ dim dungeon of the filthy east
where

even
though they ______________________my
father's wrong side of tracks

_____eyes
blue ______ A-major but paler possibly due to ____________

sad admixture of joy__________good, he says, perhaps______________

and I
could love____? No, don't go there__________the possibility

o fpoetry
if only _________________________under this

kind sky of no snow
never forgetting the heart luffs its blood

which_____________
and then ___________s to the last algid
shore

we assumed
the _______ of receding cacti, grope
forward to new conclusions

like_________ing
in a sagacity of surrender perhaps
due to __________ing

backwards
in car reclining under a horizontal moon _____________

I wish
that ____ had _____________ ed the
calligraphy of blue lies

and__________________
the dog s soft snore _________

rabbitnose twitching the _________
moonlight

long the door's P.S. was before we noted ___________

and the crisp technique of death ___________impostor
in my own life

even as
________ let the sussurous words_______________even
as you ___________

cartwheels
to car as if _________remember what I

______________center yourselfno need to justify

lose punctuation

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2. Occlusion

bulimic

alpine
nights

gardens die

two-step/one

(Sisyphean)

parched

(hairshirt dirt)

nervosa vines

weedwrestle

pull
pull,

(neverlasting)

water
water

(neverlasting)

persist
in

blue occlusion

(cue-less)

bad nomads

(doing undoing)

jade aprons

(stains & flakes)

seeds spitting

(wayfaring)

we pray

in whispers

(and in wakes)

***Tablet Smoker Ink Outlines 2

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3. A Half-Dozen or so Thoughts on Solipsism,
Self (and so forth) in re This Thing Called Life

1. The
Dead Hemispheres

Catches in the throat / sobbing,
railing / mother and daughter / over the son, brother /you're the only one,
they say / yet I cannot feel, am a pebble, a mountain

2. Equanimity

It has escaped me until now / or me is no longer / but
things come back to haunt / like a me

3. Caprice

Regarding those who love you / some things would seem
obvious / but this is you talking

4. Philanthropy

Each creature suffers alone / better to save a hundred /
than one? / the demise of one is less? / each survivor suffers alone / and etc.

5. Age

I was your age once / I know, the child says / but you see
he doesn't believe / any more than you believe it is you / old hag /
admonishing

6. Bastard

Why I lay on the picnic table / those summer mornings of
spangled sun / looking at sky / but never at night / at stars / now so cold /
if one could only regret in advance / if logic could lose its body

7. Squared Back if
Not Away

Summer
breeze / in a glorious green tree / what you / you call singing, dancing / I
sense a cold beyond cold / I say even the w-w-wind sh-shivers-s-s